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Chapter 129 With sufficient firepower, no misfortune will occur!! (15 chapters in 2 words, please vote!)

"Roar--!!!"

The bone Buddha's murky stone eyes and empty eye sockets.

All that remains is the most primal violence and chaos!

Two thick, barbed chains wrapped around its arm bones became its most ferocious weapon to vent its rage!
“Crunch——!!!”

The ear-piercing metallic scraping sound was so sharp it almost tore my eardrums apart!

The chains, like two out-of-control pythons, lashed, swept, and smashed wildly and haphazardly in the rain with earth-shattering power!
"boom!!!"

A chain lashed hard at the landscape stone sculpture at the edge of the square! The hard stone sculpture instantly shattered, turning into a shower of rubble and dust!

"Crack!!!"

Another chain swept across the metal frame supporting the mobile tent!
The thick steel pipe was easily twisted and cut as if it were made of paper!
The massive roof, losing its support, collapsed with a heart-stopping groan, sending up huge splashes of water and dust!

The central area of ​​the entire shopping mall plaza was like it had been thrown into a mixer. Under the Bone Buddha's violent and chaotic attack, it became a mess and unrecognizable!

Smoke, water vapor, broken building materials, splattered mud...

Under the neon lights and the rain, a chaotic, apocalyptic scene was created.

However, this seemingly devastating attack was utterly futile!
Because his goal was no longer in the same place.

The moment the Bone Buddha fell to the ground, Fang Qingyu used his Thunder Strike Cloud Trail to transform into a bolt of lightning and retreat to a safe distance in the rain.

They coldly watched the enormous creature's death throes.

Black flames burned silently on his body, golden patterns flowed around him, and the Dragon Sparrow Slash pointed diagonally at the ground.

Don’t say anything else.

In terms of combat experience, Fang Qingyu is still at the top of the list.

If it were someone else...

The moment the Bone Buddha fell to the ground, they probably couldn't resist rushing up to finish him off.

In this situation
Even if the person who finishes off the Bone Buddha manages to kill him, he himself will be swept away by the aftershocks.

It's a certain death!

Jiang Wei, who had helped Fang Qingyu stop the chains, had already been pulled away by Qin Hui.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of any color. The sudden burst of the intercepting chains had taken a toll on her at this stage.

But his eyes were unusually bright.

He stared intently at Fang Qingyu as he returned, his eyes full of seeking praise.

Fang Qingyu saw that the Bone Buddha was still going berserk.

He took a moment to gently pat Jiang Wei's head.

"You see, with ample firepower, no misfortune will occur."

Jiang Wei smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Um"

This time she didn't resist.

As for the reserve players like Qi Hao and Lao Qiao, they looked rather disheveled.

Is there anything we can do?

Old Joe swallowed hard, forcibly suppressing the shock in his eyes, and asked.

They never expected that the little girl in the team could create such a good opportunity for Fang Qingyu at a crucial moment.

Faced with those iron chains that swept everything away.

Who can say that they have the courage or confidence to stop it?

But Jiang Wei did it.

They all belonged to the reserve force.

"Save your own life, and if it really comes to it, get out."

Although the battle was nearing its end.

However, Fang Qingyu still gave them a way out.

Because until the ghost dies, nothing can be definitively concluded.

This is a massive, microscopic-level life-destroying ghost!!!

According to the standard strategy guide specifications.

They will send at least three experts at the Subtlety level, or even directly send a Profound Realm expert!

Fang Qingyu is now taking the blame for this disaster himself.

And I want to digest it!
Every struggle, every roar, and every ferocious attack of the bone Buddha in front of it only worsened the wound on its jaw that had been torn apart by "Return to Tranquility"!

The black flames burned and eroded deep within the wound like living things, while the golden patterns constantly erupted with tiny yet extremely destructive energy shocks, preventing any form of healing!
Thick, black saliva mixed with tissue burned to ash kept gushing out.

It emitted an even stronger stench.

In its murky stone eyes and hollow eye sockets, the original pure violence and chaos seemed to have been washed away by endless pain and futile venting, replaced by a cold, heavy, and seemingly ancient deathly silence!

The Bone Buddha suddenly understood.

Impotent rage changes nothing.

It will only hasten its own demise, making the suffering longer and more desperate.

“Roar.”

A low, suppressed sob, as if squeezed from the depths of the chest, rang out.

The two chains that had been lashing out like a whirlwind of death suddenly stopped!
It was as if an invisible giant hand had gripped my throat.

Immediately afterwards, the chains slumped down heavily, hitting the muddy ground with a dull thud and splashing up murky water.

Its massive bone claws no longer pounded the ground, but instead dug deep into the soil and rubble beneath it, supporting its enormous and withered body.

"Giggle. Giggle."

The sickening grinding of bones and the groaning of chains rang out again, but this time, it was no longer a random twisting, but carried a slow, heavy, yet incredibly firm force.

Under the solemn and wary gazes of the crowd.

The enormous metal shackles, like tombstones from hell, bearing the heavy chains on their backs, were slowly and inch by inch lifted back up from the muddy ruins!

The five-meter-tall, withered body, covered in mud, flowing black saliva, and with a horrifying wound on its jaw that was constantly being eroded by black flames and golden patterns, stood up once again, like a demon crawling back from the abyss of hell!

The rain continued to wash over its twisted body with its icy chill.

The neon lights were vaguely reflected in the rain on its torn Buddha image.

The murky stone eyes and hollow eye sockets no longer frantically scanned their surroundings, but instead pierced through the cold rain, locking onto them firmly and tightly, with a kind of solidified resentment and destructive will!

The target is no longer Jiang Wei.

It was Fang Qingyu!!

That damned human being who inflicted this deep, unhealable, and fatal wound upon it, who brought it down from its lofty position as "punisher" to the dust, and made it taste endless pain and despair!

A killing intent, colder, purer, and more soul-chilling than before, like a tangible cold wave, instantly permeated the entire force field.

Fang Qingyu's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Is being injured actually more dangerous than before?
The Bone Buddha's enormous head turned slightly, and the tear in its jaw caused a large amount of black saliva to gush out again due to the movement, but it didn't care.

The murky stone eye and the empty eye socket were fixed on Fang Qingyu. The next second...

"Boom!!!"

The Bone Buddha, withered yet containing terrifying power, suddenly kicked off with its legs!
The mud and gravel underfoot exploded with a roar!

The massive body was no longer a clumsy, hunched figure, but a resolute and unstoppable charging posture, like a moving mountain crashing towards Fang Qingyu!

The speed wasn't fast, but with each step, the earth trembled!
The heavy shackles and chains dragged behind, making a silent scraping sound, like the death knell!

The Bone Buddha abandoned all skills, abandoned ranged attacks with chains, and abandoned defense!

All that remained was the most primal, the most savage, and the only force it could muster at this moment—a charge that unleashed all its power!
There is only one goal!
Crush that damned human, along with the knife in his hand, under its body!

Even if it means mutual destruction!!

A terrifying sense of oppression swept over us like a tsunami!

Qin Hui and the others had already dispersed, leaving only Fang Qingyu standing in place.

His eyes are as sharp as a knife.

Instead of retreating, he leaned forward slightly the moment the Bone Buddha activated!
Fang Qingyu's eyes were sharp as knives. Instead of retreating, he leaned forward slightly the moment the Bone Buddha was activated!
"Lightning Strike."

He whispered.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade in his hand seemed to sense its master's will, emitting an excited hum! The black flames covering the blade suddenly collapsed and condensed inward, devouring the surrounding light like a black hole!
And the flowing golden patterns suddenly lit up.

Like countless fine golden lightning bolts leaping and swirling on the blade!
A destructive force was gathering frantically at the tip of the blade!
The massive shadow of the Bone Buddha instantly enveloped Fang Qingyu!
The enormous metal shackles crashed down with tremendous force, the resulting gust of wind even blowing away the rainwater on the ground!

At this critical moment!
Fang Qingyu made a move.

His figure left a faint afterimage that was instantly washed away by the rain, but his true form seemed to teleport, narrowly missing the edge of the heavy shackles just before the Bone Buddha's huge body crashed into him, and slid to the side and behind the Bone Buddha!
The location is precisely in the direction of the wound on the Bone Buddha's jaw.

The opportunity arose precisely when the Bone Buddha was charging with all his might, his old strength exhausted and his new strength yet to be generated, making it the moment when he was least able to turn around and defend!
"die!"

A cold, sharp shout, like the pronouncement of death.

Fang Qingyu poured all his strength, will, and ultimate interpretation of "insufficient firepower" into this one strike!

The Dragon Sparrow's Calamity Slash transformed into a bundle of lightning, condensed to its extreme and intertwined with pitch blackness.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a faint "hissing" sound that sent chills down your spine, as if space itself were being cleaved apart.

The thunderbolt penetrated deeper, more ruthlessly, and more thoroughly along the trajectory of the wound torn open by the previous "Return to Silence"!

This time, it wasn't a stab.

It goes straight through!

The blade pierced the wound in the Bone Buddha's jaw, carrying destructive black flames and golden patterns, like a red-hot iron piercing rotten wood, penetrating the decaying bones and stitched tissue without resistance, and then, from the point where its neck connected to the massive shackles, it suddenly pierced through!
"puff!!!"

There is no blood.

Only a thick, black, foul-smelling liquid, as viscous as a substance, gushed out from both ends of the penetrating wound, like a punctured abscess!

It was instantly ignited and purified by the black flames on the blade, emitting a piercing "sizzle" sound and a large amount of foul-smelling white smoke.

"Uh"

The body of the ancient Buddha of Punishment, which had been charging forward, suddenly stiffened!
The murky stone eye instantly lost its last glimmer of light, turning into a lifeless, stubborn rock.

In the empty eye sockets, the last trace of resentment and malice was suddenly extinguished.

Its massive body was like a building block that had been stripped of all its support, losing all its power.

"Boom——"

The five-meter-tall, withered body, burdened with heavy shackles and chains, collapsed lifelessly onto the cold, muddy square like a crumbling mountain.

The splashed mud and water reached several meters high.

The earth trembled violently, then fell silent.

On the lower jaw of the Bone Buddha, the huge wound that had been completely pierced through still had faint traces of gold burned by black flames at the edges, like a brand that heralded the end.

The rain is still falling.

The waves washed away the mess on the square, the bone Buddha, and the burning black flames and flowing golden patterns on Fang Qingyu's body.

Within the force field, only the sound of rain washing over everything remained.

And a deathly silence.

Pfft!
Pfft!
A few muffled, almost exhausting sounds broke the deathly silence.

It's Old Joe.

This relatively experienced new team member suddenly felt his legs buckle and could no longer support him, so he sat down hard on the muddy ground.

Next up was Qin Hui.

The most composed veteran player, who was also Fang Qingyu's early coach, managed to stay upright and not collapse like Old Joe, but he still staggered back a few steps, leaned against a section of metal scaffolding, and slowly slid down.

In addition, Qi Hao and Lü Chen were not much better off. One of them slid down to the ground against the broken landscape stone base, his eyes glazed over.

Another person collapsed onto the collapsed tarpaulin, soaked to the bone and looking utterly disheveled.

Only Jiang Wei, though her face was still pale and she was exhausted, was still standing.

They had no concern whatsoever that Fang Qingyu might be unable to win.

In the deathly silent force field.

All that remained was the rustling sound of rainwater washing over the trees, and the heavy, suppressed breathing of a few people who had survived the ordeal.

They stared at the enormous, foul-smelling corpse of the ghoul.

Looking again at the figure standing in the rain, knife in hand, the black flames slowly receding and the golden patterns gradually disappearing, the emotions surging in his heart were extremely complex.

There was lingering fear, relief, awe, and a brief moment of bewilderment.

Faced with such power, what are these so-called reserves?
In that battle just now, they didn't even have the right to get close to the battlefield, except to hide and save their own lives.

Qin Hui wiped the rain and cold sweat from his face, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were being scraped: "It's over."

His voice broke the silence.

Old Qiao shakily pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, but forgot to light it. He just stared at Fang Qingyu's back and muttered, "Damn it. A large-scale life ghost at the microscopic level, he just took it down by himself?"

His tone was filled with disbelief and a sense of disorientation, as if his worldview had been reshaped.

Fang Qingyu slowly turned around, and the Dragon Sparrow's Calamity-Slaying Technique transformed into a thunder pearl.

The golden markings and black flames on his body had completely disappeared.

He glanced at his teammates, who were slumped in the mud, and his eyes swept over them.

"Everything's alright?"

The sound was exceptionally clear amidst the rain.

Qin Hui, supporting himself against the metal wreckage, stood up and wiped his face: "Still alive."

Old Joe finally lit the cigarette he'd been holding for ages, which was soaked with sweat, took a deep drag, coughed a few times, and then said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

Qi Hao and Lü Chen helped each other to their feet, their faces still pale.

A five-meter-tall bone Buddha of punishment.

It's like a nightmare, and it'll probably be hard for them to forget it anytime soon.

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